New Ulm weekly review., 1887-11-30

oxen and 60 up to the woods and
draw a draft or two Of logs for wood. ''
BleWitG was imposed. but he said:
81 had intended to burn coal in the
#sitting-room and partor, and not cut
much wood. ''3. 81 IL. 0 i.
Goal, Coal!" said John angrily;
s"now see here. father; I don't want
any more Of this foolish talk. I'm
sgoin' to git q Doctor
Biewitt began3to think he needed
one himself. Here his boys had never
heard OF a reaper or threshing ma
chine or cars. He felt Of his full cloth
pants and groaned. On the lounge
at the house he laid himself down and
tried to calmly think things over.
When the doctor came he called for a
pail and barred BleWitt's arm, took
out his lance, and then Blewitt groan
ed again. Is :ss 3 s#
II must take gallon OF Blood
said the doctor, s''and then he will
calm down and be all right. Z,
"Don't you know bleedin' was play.
ed out SO years ago?" said Blewitt.
"How he wanders," said the doctor.
and plunged in his lancet. Blewitt
tainted. When he came to himself he
heard one OF the girls talking about
an artist down to the village who took
profile pictures with a spindle as nat.
ural as life. III
What dc you want OF such blamed
pictures as that" said Blewitt from
the lounge; "whv don' you go down to
Tak'ens at Albany and git so me pho
tographs?'' ., w
photographs, ''said the whole fam
lily: what funny names he gets of in.
his crazy fancy" ss5
Blewitt was too weak to argue, and
he seemed to be somehow out Of sym.
pathy or knowlege with all mankind;
SO he just lay still and watched the
girls get supper. He noticed that the
freboard was down and a fire
was built in the fireplace. A
kettle was on the hearth and
was covered with live Goals. Soon he
saw the girls take out OF the kettle
some nice biscuits and he weakly said: !:
why don't you use the cook stoye?"
f'Po0r pa" said Angelina, show he
wanders. Cook Stove! Wonder what
he means?" ID. \. IA
Blewitt closed his eyes and thought.
Bayley his neighbor, was q man he
could trust; that is in anything but
money matters. He knew Bayley was
badly in debt, but he was.a good fell
low. He could send for him; so he
called his wife and told her to send
over for him ,5
"Why, you know" said Mrs. Blew
lit, "Bayley has been in Jail for debt
for the last 10 years
"In-jail-for-debt," said Blewitt;
"here we are again. / have been trans.
planted. / give up, but say, here is
two cents, you send a letter down to
brother John, and he will be. up here
in day or two" gf s..
why, husband, the mail only goes
once q week, and then he will be three
days coming up on the stage, and
furthermore,it will cost you shilling,
12 cents, to send letter to Albany"
"Say," said Blewitt, '.just,bury me.
will you? I don't belong in this CEN
tury. Stage coaches, 12 cents post
age! Telegraph him theL!''
There goes another new word"
said his wife in a solemn voice, and
she wetted cloth and laid it on his
forehead, as she rep sated to herself"
'Telegraph;' what a funny word''
Blewitt was in despair. Could it be
that all the common things of life
were to him q dream2 Had he ever
ridden on the cars? Did he ever own
q moving machine? Was there ever
a telegraph pole in front of his house?
He turned his eyes and looked out. He
only saw the tall post and long pole
OF the well-sweep. Along the other
side OF the road ran q dense forest.
He was willing to swear that he had
once owned a nice meadow where that
wood was. Backed up against the log
fence was an ox-cart with a heap as
large as a young liberty pole. Down
cellar he could hear the banging OF an
old-fashioned churn. He looked up
the road to the east and saw the road
was full Of great hemlock and pine
stumps, and over it the doctor was
coming on horseback with saddle.
bags before him
Blewltt was man Of determine
tion, and he arose from the lounge
and went to the door to consult with
his wife.
'.Maria," said he, there has been
enough Of this foolishness. You stare
at everything ] talk about, and /
can't locate myself, or seem to fay in.
with my surroundings. Now. will y ou
just answer me one question:"
Certainly l will if | understand it,"
she said.
t.Well. then, who is President Of
these ERE United States?n
.Why, John Adams, Of course she
said. .a5 IL. #3.
Blewitt sunk down and whispered in
q hoase tone: ''Then you never heard
OF Ceveland?"
t".No, never" she answered.
Then all right. Shoot me Or put
me in q bag and lay me away up gar
ret. I have got through, said Bewit5,
and he went back to the lounge and
fell asleep.
When he awoke it was Sunday
morning, and the whole family were
stirring around getting ready for meet.